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FIC: Losing Control 2/? (g)

Title: Losing Control Author: Tanya Miller Rating: R to NC-17 to be safe Summary: Sarah seeks out advice Disclaimer: Not mine. Except for Sarah. Marvel and

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, Oct 29, 2000

Title: Losing Control
Author: Tanya Miller
Rating: R to NC-17 to be safe
Summary: Sarah seeks out advice
Disclaimer: Not mine. Except for Sarah. Marvel and Fox own all recognisable
characters

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"Jean, are you in here?"

"Back here, Sarah."

Sarah walked through the infirmary to the door that Jean's voice was coming
from. When Sarah looked around the door frame she found Jean sitting in the
middle of a huge mess. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing much really. I was putting supplies away and was startled. I
ended up dropping everything."

"You shouldn't have tried to carry everything at once....how did you manage
all that in the first place?" Sarah asked

"I was testing how strong my telekineses is now. Wanting to see how much I
could move at once. I guess I will have to remember to lock the door when I
plan on doing this. That way Scott can't come in and scare the living
daylights out of me again." Jean smiled

Sarah joined Jean on the floor to help her pick up the supplies. "I was
wondering if I could talk to you about something?"

"Sure, Sarah, you can talk to me about anything? Is there something wrong?"
Jean stopped picking up and looked at Sarah intently. "Did something
happen?"

"It's Bobby.....Everytime we get....close....he pulls away. He says he is
scared to hurt me and I have told him that I know he wouldn't but he won't
listen. He says that he is afraid that he would lose control and hurt me. I
tried to tell him that I wasn't scared and that I trusted him but part of me
thinks he is right. That he will lose control..." Sarah told Jean

Jean looked at Sarah intently before speaking "What makes you think that he
would lose control? Bobby has been controlling his mutation for sometime
now."

Sarah sighed and lowered her gaze. "When we are kissing...and it
gets...intense....suddenly everything starts getting cold. When we pull back
we can see our breathe and I can barely keep from shaking with the cold. He
always panics and leaves as soon as we notice what is going on. I tried to
tell him that it is ok, that I know that he won't hurt me but he always says
that he already almost did and walks away. I know he is talking about the day
that he froze Rogue. I have tried to tell him that it was an accident but he
won't listen. He doesn't think I know, but St.John has told me that he has
heard Bobby having nightmares at night. Talking in his sleep, saying that he
is sorry, that he didn't mean to hurt me. St.John told me that there has been
more then one occasion where he had to melt Bobby's bed after one of these
nightmares."

Jean sat, thinking about everything that Sarah had just told her. "It sounds
like Bobby is having trouble with his control. It isn't surprising. High
emotions of puberty usually trigger a person's mutation and also cause a
person's mutation to 'go off' unexpectly, so to speak. Bobby has made much
ground in control but he is still learning. The anxiety of almost freezing
you and instead freezing Rogue has hurt his confidence in his ability to
control. And now with you... Well, his emotions are running high and that is
also affecting his control. Perhaps the Professor could speak to him, help
him regain some of his control." Jean suggested.

"Would you? That would be great! Just don't mention that I talked to you
though. I don't think he would like it. You know how men are." Sarah
replied

Jean had to laugh, thinking of Scott when she would talk about him with Storm.
"Yes, I know how they can be. Don't worry. It will be our little secret."

"Thanks, Jean!" Standing and giving Jean a quick hug, Sarah turned to walk
away. Remembering something, she turned back. "How did you know it was me
when I first came in?"

Jean blushed slightly. "I have to admit that I cheated."

Realising what Jean meant, Sarah smiled. "That's ok. Just as long is that is
all you do is check to see which one I am." Quickly, she left the room before
Jean could rope her into helping to pick up the mess.

Jean looked around at the mess. "I'll pick it up later" and walked out of
the infirmary on her way to speak to the professor.